Gilgamesh sat upon his throne, drinking from a golden goblet.
Bandages had once again been wrapped around his body.
Annanu sat off to one side, mercilessly laughing at him. It was nighttime anyway, and there was no one else in the hall, so he could laugh to his heart's content.
"Have you laughed enough?! Can't you stop already?!" Gilgamesh roared.
Gilgamesh felt that Annanu was like an especially noisy duck right now. He even wanted to find a rope and tie Annanu's mouth shut.
Annanu stopped. Laughing really was quite tiring.
During the day, he and Gilgamesh had fought. In the end, Ea at full release had collided with the Key of Heaven, and the result was that both of them had been injured.
By an overall assessment, Annanu was indeed somewhat stronger than Gilgamesh. But after restricting his own suppression of Divinity, it was impossible for Annanu to completely overwhelm Gilgamesh.
So both of them had been injured.
But Annanu was mud. Even when injured, he could use Transformation to conceal his wounds. Gilgamesh, however, was not mud.
He could only treat himself with bandages and herbs, while drinking from the Holy Grail and using magical energy to speed up the recovery of his internal injuries.
"So, after fighting me, did it feel any different from fighting Enkidu?" Annanu moved close to Gilgamesh and asked with great interest.
He could still fight Gilgamesh all day long.
Gilgamesh curled his lip.
With Annanu's rotten temper, he nearly wanted to say, "It felt... not as good as Enkidu."
That would definitely piss this bastard off.
Still, he wanted to answer seriously.
"Your abilities and Enkidu's focus on completely different things. There's no way to judge." Gilgamesh knew he could not beat either of those two, and he answered quite honestly.
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